Long, low rumbles emitting from a cloudless, blue sky
a sky as bright and sunny as the fourth of July.
The wind and the smells, temperature too
memories of a childhood summer, déjà vu…
the place has changed but the time is true.
Life abounds in mystery,
so much there that we can’t see
this doesn’t mean it isn’t real.
So much unexplained, and how do you feel
when someone tries to tell you what to believe?
Your god, my god; your book or mine?
When no one really knows, what is truly divine.
What we need to do is to look around
at the beauty and the magic as it abounds
expecting nothing from us but our admiration
and the contemplation of our good fortune
before it’s too late…
While those unseen predict our fate.